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Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 334 - We Heard Laughing in the Woods
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Hey, welcome back to the podcast. I really hope you enjoy this episode and if you'd like to hear more stories like these with a different background sound, please check the description to check out my other two podcasts and if you want to get rid of all of the ads, you can subscribe for just $2.99 a month. Last thing, I really appreciate you being here and I'd really love if you would follow the podcast and come back again soon. Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy. Hi, my name is Lindsay. I'm a 19 year old female living in Pennsylvania with my parents and two of my sisters. We live in a pretty rural area and there isn't much that goes on out here. I listen to your stories every morning at work and always wished I had a scary story of my own to share. Well, tonight I got my scary story. To preface this story a bit, me and my older sister have only been hiking one time before this experience, so we are by no means pros. We do however always bring some items for safety such as pocket knives, flashlights, and a medical kit. For this story. I will not use my sister's names for the sake of their anonymity. My older sister will be called M and my younger sister will be referred to as F. So today is F's birthday and she has never been hiking before and we figured we would bring her on a little hiking trip to take advantage of the beautiful weather. The area we hiked at Prior is actually part of the state gamelands. Hikers are permitted on the mountain trails during the off season of hunting. However, not many folks know about this spot because there are no signs or anything until you walk the mile or so into the woods. By then you reach a small parking lot of sorts which is always empty. There are two main trails that are marked with the occasional blue dot on a nearby tree. If not for these spray paint dots to mark the path, you might not even know it is a trail because of how little use these paths see. Probably not the best first hiking spot for a couple of newbies like us. I know, but it's super close to us and makes for a quiet hike with lots of scenery. So we decided to once again hike that trail because we were somewhat familiar with it. We were decently excited and ready to have a nice relaxing hike through the mountain and hopefully get some cool pictures. We started walking from our house all the way to the bottom of the mountain where we would begin our hike. On our way there we were telling F about the trail and how beautiful it was M then expresses concern that there could be animals of all sorts nearby. Because the area isn't normally frequented by many humans, I figured there would be animals. Of course it is the woods after all, but I never imagined anything like what I am about to describe in this story. After walking for about 15 minutes, we reached the parking lot. M led the way with me in the middle and F following closely behind. The first couple of steps onto the trail require you to walk up a small but steep hill. M crested the hill before F and I, and as she did we heard a pretty loud rustling noise off to our left. I naturally chalked the noise up to some birds or maybe a squirrel messing around in the tree, but then M suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing F and I to also pause briefly. Just as I was about to ask what the problem was, M calmly said, turn around guys. Me and F just looked at her confused, not understanding what she meant. I just started asking why? And she said probably the scariest thing thing I have ever heard. There is someone over there. Run now. That sentence was a lot more scary to me and F, because we know M very well and she doesn't scare easily. So to hear the clear panic in her voice as she ordered us to run away from something that neither F or I saw was terrifying. M and F immediately started sprinting back down the small hill As I was still standing in my place. I quickly looked behind me, but I saw nothing. I did hear something though. I was still very confused because I hadn't actually seen anything and M never saw what she saw. I ran over to M and F, who were waiting for me just before the entrance to the parking lot. I think part of the reason I hesitated running right away was because I thought M might be exaggerating a little. I should have known by the look on her face that she was not messing around. I had a miniature hatchet multi tool and a pocket knife on my belt and you better believe I had them at the ready. I had no idea what I was expecting, but I knew that whatever might run out of those woods behind us was going to get a full face of stainless steel steel. When I reached my sisters, I asked M what exactly we were running from.
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us to keep moving as she constantly looked back at the trail we had just come from. She even told us to jog just in case it was following us. We did. After maybe jogging a quarter mile or so, M5 finally told us what we were running from. She said she looked in the direction of the noise we had all heard and what she saw was a gray figure hunched over about 10ft off the trail. She described it as being at least the height of F, who was around 5 6. She said it looked to be bipedal, but she didn't stick around long enough to take in every detail about the figure. However, she did note that it looked as if it was shuffling towards us. I believe that's what made her get us out of there so fast. She must have feared that we were being chased. Now, I never have believed in monsters of cryptids or anything, but M said she honestly has no idea what the thing was. We don't have any type of animal in Pennsylvania that matches that description, at least as far as I know. I know that black bears stand on their hind legs sometimes, but they are not gray and it didn't sound big enough to be a bear. The only other thing it might have been is a human. But why would someone hear us obviously distressed and not call out to let us know they were there and were not a threat? Unless the person was not there as a friendly hiker, possibly a person living on the mountain, maybe someone doing drugs and were afraid they would get busted? I don't know. That seems to be the only logical explanation, but I am not fully convinced it was a person. I don't believe in Bigfoot or anything else like that, but who knows. By the time we were almost home, Em told us that she used to go to the bus stop with two of the neighbor kids years ago. She said they would always talk about a mystery animal that they would see walking around in the woods near their house, which is very close to the state gamelands. At first she didn't believe them because she had never seen such a thing. But one time when the neighbor kid's grandmother was with them at the bus stop, Em asked about this mystery animal. The grandmother is and has always been a religious person and didn't seem to be the type of person to believe in something like her grandkids had explained. But to M's surprise, the grandmother said she also witnessed the mystery animal lurking around. What's more is our house is just across the lawn from where our neighbors claimed to spot this unknown creature. I am not sure if these two experiences are related. Besides, that was years ago. But could the figure m encountered in the woods tonight be the mystery animal? Maybe it was a human, maybe it was an animal. Who knows for sure? But what I do know is I don't think we'll be hiking on that state game lens again anytime soon. Back in the late 70s, I was a little girl around 7 or 8 years old. I loved spending time out on my uncle's farm as I found it to be a source of stability in my life. My mom couldn't sit still, as my grandma would say. We moved all the time, 12 times just in one year alone. My uncle worked a full time job and had to run his farm, so when drifters would come by he would offer a place to stay and good home cooking courtesy of my aunt in exchange for an extra helping hand around the farm. One Saturday after a long day of work, my uncle took one of these farm hands out for dinner to the local restaurant, which was also the bar, gas station and market. He lived in a tiny village with the only other establishment being a church. At that time, my uncle returned home without his farmhand. We'll call him Tom moving forward, stating that he had stayed behind at the bar to hang out with the other patrons. Later that night, my cousin Rick came home and had decided to sleep on the couch in the living room room instead of risking waking my aunt and uncle as he tried to sneak to his bedroom. You see, Rick was only about 15 or 16 if I remember correctly, and had gotten home way past his curfew. He had only been laying down for about 30 minutes or so when the front door opened. It was Tom and he was covered in blood. Now, my cousin knew that Tom was a farmhand and could possibly have been butchering an animal, but he couldn't understand why he'd be doing that at this time. All he knew is that something told him to keep his eyes closed and pretend to be sleeping, so he did. Tom stood there for an unusually long amount of time just staring at him before he finally walked away. Rick could then hear what sounded like the washing machine start up, then the shower turning on. He recalls thinking the entire situation was odd, but did eventually manage to fall asleep. The next day started out like any other until my aunt returned home from church. She had to deliver the terrible news to my uncle that his lifelong friends that owned the local restaurant, bar, market, etc. Had been brutally hacked to death the night before with an axe. They were a husband and wife that had their home attached to their business. Upon hearing the news, my cousin Rick thought back to Tom coming in that night covered in blood. He took my aunt aside to tell her what he had witnessed and to see if maybe Tom would have been working that late. But of course the answer was no. She called the sheriff's office, who came out right away. Luckily, some blood was left on the washing machine, and even though DNA evidence was nothing back then like it is today, they were still able to trace the blood to one of the victims. The thing that scares me the most about this is that it came out in court that Tom had stated to the sheriff that when he returned to my uncle's home that night, if anyone had been awake, he was going to kill them all and now wishes that he had. You see, I was sleeping on the couch opposite of my cousin that night. My mom never let me spend the night again. I was around 17 when this incident happened. I was in junior college and had rented out a tiny apartment in a standalone building. This building was right behind a construction site, meaning that not many people were around this place, especially in the night. For context, I was living with another girl, let's call her Nancy, who was completing her education too. One day, I had to go attend a friend's birthday party. There were about 12 people that attended the party that evening. I didn't expect it to be late by the time I'd get back home, so I did not see it as a problem that my friend wouldn't be able to accommodate me in case something were to go wrong. However, things did not go as I had planned. Being young and stupid, I gave in to my friend's request to stay at the party until late that night. This meant that I would be on my own when I was to go back home since there simply was no space for me in my friend's tiny apartment. Especially not when she had five more people staying over that night. To avoid going back alone, I brought two of my companions for a sleepover. Sondra and Kathya. Our Uber dropped us off in front of the construction site. Since that night, the conditions were less than ideal. To drive to the building I lived in. The workers had just been careless and left piles of concrete in the way. We were left with no choice but to cross the construction site to get home. I remember how Sondra kept saying that she was a little apprehensive and she should have taken taken her pepper spray along with her I tried to act brave, but honestly was a little scared. Kathia, on the other hand, was carefree and we followed her lead. We were walking through the construction site when we saw something that took us aback. We saw a bizarre flickering blazing light coming from one of underneath the construction buildings. It was really odd as there was no chance that it was a construction worker. At 2:30am in the middle of the night, before we had time to register what was going on, we heard something that made our hearts stop for a moment. It was a shrill frantic cry of a woman coming from the same building. Judging by the sound of her voice, she was in excruciating pain. What happened next gives me nightmares to this day. We saw someone falling from the building literally meters away from us, causing an earth shattering thud. Sondra almost yelled in terror, but Katia was able to quickly grab her mouth to make the sound fade. Thinking on her feet, she grabbed us both by the arm and pulled us behind a half constructed wall of another building, just to be sure that no one could see us. We stayed behind this wall for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, we saw someone wearing a bright yellow jacket exiting the building with a gas cutter in his right hand and an amputated arm in the left. We couldn't see his face because the place was not well lit and it was almost pitch black there. Honestly, eventually, considering the absolute horror that we were in, that was the last thing that would cross our minds. After another eternity of making sure that we were now safe, we made it back home. Still trembling with fear, we called 911. The police came and investigated. After a few days, we learned that it was a homeless woman who was murdered brutally that night. Her arm was cut off with a gaslighter and she was pushed out of the fifth story and left to bleed and die. However, to this day, after several failed attempts, investigators have no clue as to who the murderer was. This happened to me when I was around 10 or 11 years old, back in the early 1990s. Every summer when I was a child, my mother would send me and my younger brother to stay with our cousins in Mexico. It was always a great time. We would spend countless hours playing, going to the beach, eating delicious food and renting movies. Movies. We would normally all sleep in the same room, but on this particular night, an argument ensued between me and my cousins and they kicked me out of the room. Me, also displeased with them, was just fine with that and decided to sleep in the living room while everyone else slept in their respective rooms. I went to bed around 10:30pm or 11:00 clock. I managed to fall asleep within minutes. Sometime during the night, I do not know the exact time, maybe around 2 or 3am I heard someone knocking on the back door which led to a back room which was used for storage. That part of the house was under construction and a construction crew was coming every day to work on that room and they were supposed to build a wall and close that room up, which at the moment was open and anyone could have access to it. Now I heard the knocks followed by pleadings saying in Spanish Miss, please open, please open, please. Like I said, I was sleeping in the living room which was located in the front area of the house. And the knocks were coming from from a room that was all the way down the hall. On both sides of the hall were different rooms which is where my aunt and uncle slept and my cousins. I was concerned about the pleadings and wondered if that man needed help. But I was also perplexed about the fact that no one else seemed to hear what I was hearing. I actually mustered the courage to get up and investigate, made my way down the hall and and actually attempted to open the door. I twisted the handle several times and the door would not open. All the while this man continued to plead for someone to open the door. I even attempted to talk to him and hello sir, do you need help? But he did not respond, just continued to plead for someone to open the door. As I was unable to open the door and also becoming alarmed, little frightened, I decided to run back to the sofa bed and get under the covers. Not long after that I passed out. The next morning everyone was up. Auntie was cooking breakfast and my cousins were no longer mad at me. I was ready to tell them about my experience the night before while we all gathered to sit at the table, but decided to wait and see if anyone else would mention anything about it. And big surprise, no one did. It seems I was the only one who heard that man and the knocks. Summer came to an end and I was getting ready to say goodbye to my cousins. I was getting ready to have one more ball game with my cousins. The construction crew had also finished the construction of the house and they were sitting chit chatting and drinking beers. My cousin kicked the ball a little too hard and it went long. One of the construction men saw the ball coming and picked it up and made his way to me. As I ran towards him he said here's your ball. I said thank you as I grabbed the ball from him. And then he asked why didn't you open the door for me, little girl. I bolted back to my cousins. My mother picked me and my brother up shortly after that. I continued to go back there a couple more times for the summer, but thankfully, I never saw that man again. I would like to start by saying I am not a strong believer in the paranormal. That being said, the reason I'm here is because I have no explanation for the story I'm about to tell you. To set the stage, I was a senior in high school during the 2020-2021 school year, which means my last year of grade school was complicated. Even though we were allowed in school, there were still a lot of rules and protocols added due to the virus. Long story short, someone in one of my classes got the virus, and I sat close enough to them that I got sent home to quarantine for the next two weeks. I know. What fun. Well, on top of that, my parents didn't want me spreading the virus to the rest of the family. So I spent days in my room, ate dinner on the other side of the kitchen, and most importantly, moved all my toiletries out of the bathroom my sister and I shared. Luckily, our house happened to have a small bathroom with a shower on the first floor. Unluckily, this meant that when I went through my nightly routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face, I was left all alone downstairs in the dark. Like I said, I'm somewhat skeptical of the paranormal, but I'm still totally creeped out when I'm left alone in a dark house. So as I rushed through my routine every night, I spent the whole time on edge, worrying that some terrible monster was waiting in a dark corner for me to turn out the last light until it pounced and I would never be seen again. But in the back of my mind, I was certain that it was impossible. In fact, despite my fear, I was absolutely certain I was the only one downstairs for those brief moments when I was the last one awake. Until one night when I may have been proven wrong. The last thing you need to know is that the bathroom downstairs was one of those that had two doors on either side. One led to the kitchen and the other led to my dad's office. My dad's office also had two doors. One that was always close, closed and led to the bathroom, and one that was always open and faced the base of the staircase. So one night, exactly like any other that week, I was scrubbing my teeth as fast as I could while keeping an eye on the mirror to make sure there was nothing trying to sneak up behind me. I had spit my toothpaste out and was rinsing the toothbrush off when my ears perked up over the rushing water coming from the faucet. I thought I heard my dad call my name from the top of the stairs. The sink was so loud and his voice was so quiet that I wasn't entirely certain what I had heard. So I turned the water off and shook my toothbrush dry while I strained my ears against the uncanny vacuum of silence that filled my house. I figured that if I had heard heard my dad, he'd call my name again to get my attention. So when I didn't hear so much as a breath for the next few seconds, I figured I was just hearing things. I turned the faucet on again and began washing my face, and when I turned it back off, I heard my dad call my name again. This time it was so clear and unmistakable. Not only did I know it was my dad who was calling me, but I was also able to tell that he was on the landing of the staircase, slightly closer now. Yeah, I called back, feeling a little sorry that he probably thought I was ignoring him when I really had heard him call my name after all. I waited for a response, tilting my head slightly toward the open doorway leading to the kitchen. However, the response I received was not the one I was expecting. Instead, from the closed door that separated the bathroom from the office came three distinct single knuckle knocks. I was very confused at this point, wondering why my dad hadn't responded to me, what he needed to tell me that required him coming all the way downstairs to the bathroom, and why he decided to go to the locked door from the office instead of the open one from the kitchen. Now, I could have just opened the door he was standing behind, but for some reason I found myself taking the unnecessarily long route out of the bathroom, through the kitchen, through the hallway, into the open door to the office. This isn't a decision I remember making. I just did it. In fact, I wasn't thinking about anything, including the fact that I never actually heard my dad's footsteps approach the door or even come down the creaky staircase. And I certainly had no idea what to think when I turned the corner to look into the office. I stood in the open doorway and strained my eyes against the inky darkness, looking at the spot where my dad should be standing. But he wasn't there. Needless to say, I went straight to my room and turned on every light on the way. It took me a long Time to calm myself down and fall asleep. That night, all I could think of was staring into the darkness of that office and wondering what might have happened if I had just opened the door when I heard the knocking. Last summer I went to a house party in the Garryowa neighborhood of Limerick here in Ireland. We were right in the middle of lockdown restrictions and I know it was really stupid and selfish of me to go, but I was just so in need. Need of a stress release. I'm a really social creature and I need to spend time around people. Like I was actually going mad being stuck inside all on my own. I do actually really regret going, but breaking the virus restrictions aren't the reason I wish I hadn't gone. Because I saw one of the worst, most horrifying things I have ever seen in my life at that party, and it's something I don't think I'll ever get out of my head. So the party is going swimmingly for a few hours and I'm occupied being the little social butterfly that I am. But then I walk into the kitchen to get another drink and this big argument is unfolding between this couple that seemed to be based around allegations of infidelity. It was super intense and awkward being in there with them, so I just quietly grab my bottle of wine from the fridge and then head back to where I was gabbing away with some new friends. I didn't really think much of it. House parties can be weird like that. After all, one room people are passed out, another one had people dancing around. While some rooms host little arguments between couples that usually don't turn into something hideous, only this one did. The guy in the argument storms out of the party and then for a few hours everything is good vibes again. But then at some point later in the night, the guy comes back to the party. People know his face by this point, so they don't really have any reason not to let him in. And I am guessing he didn't give them any clues as to what he was about to do, otherwise they would have never let him back into the house. The guy then searches the house to find the girl he had been arguing with. I'm not actually sure if they were a couple. I just heard them arguing about sleeping around. When he finds her, he confronts her, starts screaming at her, then reaches into his jacket, takes out a bottle, and then appears to douse her with the contents. People thought he was just being a jerk and throwing vodka on her. The outrage partly stemming from the wasted alcohol as well as the Undue aggression. He then legs it from the room while she's screaming. From the people I've spoken to about it, the ones that were in the room when it happened, they first thought her screaming was her being a bit melodramatic about having some drink chucked on her face. But then she took her hands away from her face and it's covered in what looks like burns. It wasn't alcohol he had thrown onto her face that night. It was acid. Luckily, someone there was a chemistry graduate. They realized what was happening almost straight away and then grabbed something from under the kitchen sink that would neutralize the acid. I don't know what it was exactly, but it was some other chemical that probably didn't do her much good either. But it definitely stopped the damage from being any worse than it was. I heard the poor girl had to have a skin graft from her leg, though. Like, even with the help she got, her injuries were absolutely horrific. The guy who did it went on the run for a bit too. Like the gardai, what we call the police in Ireland, didn't manage to get cuffs on him for like a month. And we were all so relieved when they finally did. I can't imagine what kind of monster does something like that after an argument. To use actual acid to try to permanently disfigure someone's face, that takes a really special kind of evil, don't you think? To all outside observers, it appeared that Dr. John Hamilton and his wife Susan had the perfect loving marriage. In their 14 years of blissful union, John's passionate love for his spouse had led him to lavish her with expensive gifts and luxurious vacations. A brand new Porsche on their wedding day being just the beginning of a long list of romantically motivated purchases. But John wasn't just generous with his money. He was apparently generous of heart, too, and spent a great deal of time reminding Susan just how much he loved her in a variety of heartwarming ways. When Susan professed a yearning for employment for a purpose outside of being a housewife, John gave her a job at his highly esteemed obstetrics and gynecology clinic in Oklahoma City. He was there for her in every way, and by all accounts, they were a textbook case of romantic longevity. But that's what makes it all all the more horrifying that on Valentine's Day of 2001, Dr. Hamilton's arrival at the family home kicked off a chain of events that would turn their perfect little world into a living nightmare. As you can imagine, in a marriage as loving as John and Susan's Valentine's Day was held in high esteem. Every single year they were married, they exchanged gifts and cards, often having planned some kind of romantic rendezvous, be it dinner and a movie or a walk around a local park. But on Valentine's Day of 2001, John was needed in the operating room of his clinic fairly early in the morning, too. Any exchange of gifts would have to wait until his lunch break. But just as he promised, John ducked out of the clinic as soon as he was able to and drove home to spend a romantic half hour with his wife, after which he would have to return for another surgery. He called her name as he walked through the front door, but she didn't answer. John suspected that his wife might have some kind of surprise in store for him, and he felt a ripple of excitement run through him as he walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom. He called his wife's name again, but still there was no answer. And it was then that something caught John's eye. Lying on the floor of the second floor bathroom, it was Susan. She was in a crumpled, lifeless heap with blood pooling underneath her. Paramedics were called to the scene, but Susan couldn't be revived. Those in attendance noted that she appeared to have been strangled with two of her husband's expensive silk neckties. But the blood on the bathroom floor was undoubtedly from the series of bloody head wounds she had due to repeated blunt force trauma, the wounds being so severe that parts of her brain were exposed while her face was completely unrecognizable. To his absolute horror, Dr. John Hamilton was the number one suspect in his wife's murder from the very beginning. Police have since publicly stated that there were many factors which led them to such a conclusion. The first being that there was no sign of forced entry to the home. Whoever killed Susan had keys to the residence. It was also a crime in which nothing of value was stolen, and one which there were no bloody fingerprints left in a bathroom which had blood almost everywhere. This meant that there was a distinct chance that whoever killed Susan was either extremely professional, incredibly lucky, or had the time and privacy to scrub the scene of incriminating evidence before the body was found. On top of that, while searching the home, police got their hands on a Valentine's Day card that Susan had written to John, presumably that year, and in the message inside wasn't nearly as loving and cheerful as you might imagine. I bought this two weeks ago, so I guess maybe it doesn't seem as appropriate, but I do love you. Have a great day. Susan. The contents of the card raised a lot of questions concerning the state of Hamilton's marriage. Evidently, it suggests that there had been some kind of incident or argument, one that had caused a degree of turmoil and somewhat soured that Valentine's feeling. As it later turned out, this incident involved Susan catching John making phone calls to a woman employed as a topless dancer. Police actually found hundreds of calls to this person on John's cell phone during their investigation and heard from close friends of Susan that she had confessed to considering a divorce to the cops. The explanation seemed simple. John had murdered his wife to prevent her from running off with half of his money. But at his trial, much of the local community came out in support of Dr. Hamilton and refused to believe that the man was capable of such a horrific crime, especially given that the victim was his own beloved wife. But when the paramedics who attended the 911 call John made were questioned in court, the jury began to notice some disturbing inconsistencies in his story. Hamilton testified in court that after he contacted emergency services, he had gotten to work trying to perform CPR on his wife's bloodied corpse. And this appeared to be true as the paramedics confirmed that when they had arrived, John had been performing chest compressions. But as people who performed CPR on an almost daily basis, the paramedics noticed something peculiar about John's technique. It was incredibly ineffective. From a regular person with no first aid training, that could be understandable. But John's was so bad that it almost looked like he wasn't actually trying to revive Susan at all, which for a medical professional is very suspicious. John also claimed that he had tried performing mouth to mouth resuscitation on his wife. But the paramedics claimed that John had no blood on his mouth or face when they arrived. There was so much blood around the victim's head that there's no way John could have performed mouth to mouth and not gotten any on him. Some of Susan's blood was also found on the steering wheel of Dr. Hamilton's car. And despite his claim in court that he had simply moved the vehicle to make room for emergency vehicles, a prosecutor was able to make use of use of the overall suspicion to claim that this was evidence that John had been considering an escape attempt. At one point during the trial, the prosecution's case against Dr. Hamilton appeared to be floundering. Hamilton's defense attorney had brought a number of key character witnesses to testify in court, and all had built a picture of John as nothing but a loving husband, and he Believed that the nail in the prosecution's coffin Would be the testimony of a crime scene investigator named Tom bevel, An expert on blood splatter at crime scenes. Bevel was essentially brought in to confirm that the blood splatter on Dr. Hamilton's shirt, the same one he was wearing during his attempt at cpr, Was consistent with a man simply trying to revive his murdered wife While in a state of extreme panic and grief. At first, Tom bevel did indeed testify that much of the blood splatter could have well been from the doctor's attempts at cpr. But as it turned out, Bevel had noticed something that other investigators had overlooked. He had made a note of the few small flecks of blood that could be found on the inside of hamilton's right sleeve, A pattern he had seen many times before on the clothing of people who have killed someone with a blunt object. In the seconds that followed, the courtroom was deathly silent. An expert defense witness had testified against the person they were supposed to be defending, and in just a few words, Tom bevel had condemned Dr. Hamilton to prison. When later asked why he made the decision to essentially act as a witness as for the prosecution, Bevel claimed he just had to tell the truth. He said he had sworn an oath, Something that overrode any allegiance he may have had to his client. After that, it only took two hours for a jury of his peers to find John hamilton guilty on the charge of first degree murder, Whereafter a judge sentenced him to life in prison. Those that followed the case Were highly disturbed by the sudden turn of events John had and still does maintain his innocence, even to this day. But more and more evidence points to the idea that he killed his wife in cold blood. His defense team even floated the idea that he must have been innocent, because the guilty timeline would mean that John went to work and perhaps performed flawless surgeries Right after murdering the love of his life. This might well be true, but in light of the guilty verdict, it's all the more damning because it suggests that Dr. John Hamilton was able to beat his wife's skull in on valentine's day, then remain calm and collected enough to go and perform complicated medical surgeries. And if it's true, then maybe a more fitting name for Dr. Hamilton is Dr. Death.
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